Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.